Thursday, February 22, 2018
Claire Thurlow

Claire Thurlow

An Unexpected Encounter… With a Barn Owl

We’re having a heatwave. The doors of Bishops Sutton Village Hall are flung open to allow a welcome breeze to refresh a dozen women...

Disappearing Acts

My Charlie is missing. Not my home-loving American tabby, who moved back to the UK with us 12 years ago, but another animal not...

Berried Treasure

If you’re tempted by that stash of chocolate left over from Easter, you might want to consider an equally sweet, but far healthier treat....

King of the Skies

“It’s definitely dead.” I say, interrupting our Sunday afternoon walk in the middle of a deserted country lane. “Well, done, Miss Marple.” My husband stares...

Toad Hall

My friend, Karen, had been ‘spring cleaning’ her garden. A winter coat of moss had accumulated on the small deck, making it as slippery...

The Hare

A pair of deep brown eyes is watching me, not afraid, but curious. It’s a hare, the so-called ‘common’ brown hare which, although widespread...

Discover the Hamble

Slipping down the cobbled streets of Hamble-le-Rice on a misty Sunday morning, I was beginning to think a walk wasn’t so appealing, but fortified...

Sing a Song of Sixpence

The blackbird is busy in the garden, searching for insects. Despite the winter sunshine, the thermometer reads -5 and the sparkling layer of frost...

Winter Walking – Meon Valley Trail

It’s a miserable December morning, damp and misty. A cobweb drapes across the wing-mirror of the Subaru, heavy with water droplets. My neighbour leaves...

The Road to the Wild West

We could have been in South Africa by now! How much further is it?’ We left Glasgow four hours ago, and on this July...